This Post Is Ill

And so am I

My lymph nodes are enormous. They want cheetos, beer and the remote for the television. Just when the week of nausea leaves, the head cold sets in. I'm leaking fluids like the Exxon Valdez. My throat feels like I've been going down on concertina wire. My mind feels like coming up with over-the-top similes. I must be ill.

"Liar - you've got antifreeze!" - Withnail & I

So all nine of you regulars must be getting all lonesome without any post, so here's something to chew on:

Producer McG was affiliated w/ The OC and now is working on Chuck. The OC was basically geek escapism in high school; Chuck is full-on geek escapism in the workplace. After the El Ciudad episode, featuring a hot fraulein fighting the hot package-delivery girl atop a hot-dog restaurant, I think we all see what we're in for.

Now let me be. I have mucus to make.

Sick

I am sick. I am thus not blogging.

I do occasionally make the sound 'blog', usually several times in succession.

Wow. There's a connection that never occured me before: the onomatopoeic potential of 'blog' to represent retching! I'm tempted to prattle on about the appropriateness of this but A) I'm worried many other people already have and B) like I said, I'm sick. Or I wouldn't be worried. Because screw other people.

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